Catskill, NY, c.1987. It was Easter Sunday. It was a day for family. We probably had the only evening service in town that day. People stayed away in crowds!

Besides, Sister Snotty didn’t come very often on a regular day. But she had company at her house that day, and her mother-in-law wanted to go to church.

With the crowd down, we had an abbreviated service by our standards, but we still took time for altar calls. Sister Snotty’s mother-in-law came in the prayer line for healing, though there was nothing visibly wrong with her.

Pastor Finn laid his hands on her head. Then she put one hand over her eye and began to scream, “I see the brother! I see the brother!”

It took a few moments to realize what had happened. No one else knew that she had been blind in one eye. Suddenly, as she covered “the good eye,” the sight of her blinded eye was completely restored! (She later sent copies of her medical records to document the seven years of blindness resulting from diabetes.”)

Most of the congregation stayed home that evening, but God was still available to answer prayer.

“And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up…” (James 5:15)